The Marines of the "Easy Eights" entered the USS Costaguana with mixed feelings. The first and overwhelming feeling was the kick of being alive. They had made it, through hell and back. They were safe. The familiar smell of the hangar deck aboard had never smelled so sweet.

But on the other hand - They had lost people down there. Good people. Friends.

And on top of that, Eagle was still in a critical condition. Priest, Steel and Bojan had rushed him to the emergency room and they were there now trying to stabilize him.

It took several minutes for the exhausted Marines to notice the presence of other Marines aboard the USS Costaguana. There were also other sorts of people, people in black suits, grey suits, white robes and orange overalls. It must have been over fifty people all in all milling about...

"Weyland-Yutani Corporation" Green read out loud from one of the workers orange backs.

Morrison didn't like the crowd that had massed at his home away from home. He didn't like the precense of what seemed to be some company middlemen- the whole situation just added to the hint of paranoia that he had been feeling in the dropship earlier.

Morrison swatted civilians aside as he walked over to the dropships crew: "How long ago did they get here? Because this isn't all for the few V.I.P's we managed to get out of the dropship, is it?"

looking around, Jacob briefly noticed the "Weyland-Yutani" markings and just as quickly as he noticed them he forgot them.

Since being able to - he'd smoked about 5 cigarettes, and was just about to start his sixth.

Glumly he realised that the post mission elation that he'd survived had been replaced with a slow dawning realisation that in a week or two - if that - he'd probably be in a combat situation again, maybe even against those creatures again...who knew?

"The GM" wrote:Morrison went over the Dropship crew and started talking, it was impossible for the other marines to hear what they where talking about in the comotion.

Morrison nodded, and a strained expression came over his face. With haste, he started to walk over to the sickbay, grabbing the LT on the way there.

"We have to talk boss, walk with me. " Morrison left the explanation until later.

Using his radio to get to Vaughan, Morrison just said: "What we discussed earlier may very well be true. Go around to the guys- tell them to shut up, and play dumb. Knock Green out if you have to- right now he's a liability."

Using his radio to get to Vaughan, Morrison just said: "What we discussed earlier may very well be true. Go around to the guys- tell them to shut up, and play dumb. Knock Green out if you have to- right now he's a liability."

Dar listened, and acknowledged briefly... "Got it.", and then immediately turned back from his trip to med. This was something he had come to expect... but even so, it felt wrong.

Without hesitation, Dar started walking through the rack area, and looked for the team. He looked for Green, specifically... he agreed with the corporal's assessment...

And on top of that, Eagle was still in a critical condition. Priest, Steel and Bojan had rushed him to the emergency room and they were there now trying to stabilize him.

Nick was too exhausted to really pay attention to his surroundings as he helped shift L Cpl Eagle to the med bay. Reaching the emergency room Nick helped settle Eagle on to one of the medical beds and let Priest and the med bays automatic equipment get to work on him.

"hush about it though, I'd rather talk about it when they're not right in front of us...dunno who they could be, but I've got a feeling Morrisson knows - lets wait for him to spill the beans when we've been debriefed."

Looking up at the new recruit, he smiled "So, how didja find your first mission? Sorry you missed half of it I bet...."

"StConstantine" wrote:"Play dumb? what do you think anything I have done so far has been considered smart" Con said winking at Honeysett

Laughing, Jacob looked up at Con "Well, you survived the mission, I'll leave it up to you to work out if that was a good idea or not - because we'll probably be shipped out to the gates of hell again in the not too distant future"